Hearing Zhaang Ye's chilling voice, Zhaang Tu couldn't help but panic. At that very moment, the Thick-Backed Saber on Zhaang Ye's back slid from its sheath with a SHING! A brilliant flash of light appeared out of thin air, flying toward Zhaang Tu.
"Ah!" Although Zhaang Tu was at the Late-stage Second Layer of the Martial Dao, he never expected Zhaang Ye's saber to be so fast. The sound of it being unsheathed was still ringing in his ears when the piercing flash of the blade was already upon him. His face turned ashen with fright, and he couldn't help but scream.
Just when Zhaang Tu thought his death was certain, Zhaang Ye's Sword Force shifted slightly, and the blade WHOOSHED past his head. Zhaang Tu would never forget the terrifying sensation of the cold steel grazing his skin for the rest of his life.
